I’m Laughin – Cam’Ron – letras

I AIN’T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I’M LAUGHING AT YOUI AIN’T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I’M LAUGHING AT YOUI AIN’T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I’M LAUGHING AT YOUI AIN’T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I’M LAUGHING AT YOU[Hell Rell: HOOK]WE…BE ON THE BLOCK ASS NIGGAZ I AIN’T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ…THATS WHYI AIN’T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I’M LAUGHING AT YOUI AIN’T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I’M LAUGHING AT YOU[Hell Rell]Now the boat’s on cruise, the scope’s on youDamn right cocksucker the joke’s on youI’m laughing all the way to the bankplus I’m blasting all the way til it stank…GUNPOWDER!Bust a brick open powder the scaleIf you was in Clinton with me you wouldn’t come out of ya cellI’d have you scared to go get dressed, scared to go to the yardYou might as well be a good brother, go to the MosqueFucking with me? It’s off with ya armsYou’d rather spit on the Qu’Ran, in front of SaddamYou’d rather rape ya little sister in front of ya mom’sFlex it’s Dipset baby, drop hundreds of bombs!You dealing with dealers that’s dealing with the hand that they dealtI’m gripping my strap, always got my hand in my beltCan’t take faggots, I can kill him and his man by myselfCause they pussy and I know it and they know it theyself!!![Hell Rell: HOOK]MY COCAINE COME ON THE BOAT NIGGAI READ YA LIFE STORY AND IT GO WITH THE JOKE….THAT’S WHYI AIN’T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I’M LAUGHING AT YOU (you funny niggaaaa!)I AIN’T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I’M LAUGHING AT YOUWE…BE ON THE BLOCK ASS NIGGAZI AIN’T GOT NO TIME FOR THESE JAMIE FOXX ASS NIGGAZ…THATS WHYI AIN’T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I’M LAUGHING AT YOUI AIN’T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I’M LAUGHING AT YOU[Cam’Ron]KILLA!Mr. Giles with Mr. Mohammed (what up Rell!)Chocolate Maybach with Baurties (rims), these bitches could vomit, like….TO COP THE THIRST FROM MEEEE, GIVE ME THE THIRD DEGREEEEEMy third grade teacher, peep her….she want to work for me! (haha!)I ain’t graduate, I ain’t make the honor roll (nope)Failed gym, the Dean said I’m walking on a violent stroll (how’s that?)Spit on Art teachers, fighting every talent showFuck the Principal, it’s the principle….SILENCE YO!In the jam sport the CalicooooFuck with Cam? Thought about it bro, fuck a smart Alec ho!Here’s ya lesson….fuck school, cop a poundIn the States spot a town, grams triple, lock it downOh, you got it now? Wanna get it popping now? (now?)Well be careful on the Hill, they could spot a clownThey’ll take ya money and ya work while they capping at yaYou’ll be running down the hill while they laughing at ya[Hook][Hell Rell]Your rap book is a whole bunch of riddles that you scribbleYour not a baller you can’t dribble, and ya middle name is little….COWARD!Little nigga, little house, little rocksPull up on ya little block, hop out with my little glockMake it pop, my whole clip fill it in ya spineBefore that make you say DIPSET a hundred million timesLet me see some old Soundscan, what did Bleek sell?Teiarra Marie…..what that little freak sell?All them niggaz went wood and I’m laughing at themGot my wrist in the air throwing karats at themThese niggaz is dumb, I pre-school teach themPlus I’m….stingy with rhymes, I tea-spoon feed themWe the braggers & the boasters, our ratchet’s in the holstersNow we pull ’em out faggot, target pratice with ya posters (bang bang!)God damn he’s a stand up comedianHell Rell with a stand up TV rim[Hook]